Little one

Roses fall from bleeding hands so coverd and in pain,
her heart crys because she knows not anything but this.
She falls to her knees and begins to crumble, the weight of it all pushes down so hard.
What does it mean to feel silenced and not spoken of in a room full of people?
Like lies whisperd in the cold night for she has almost reached her breaking point,
the arm that reaches over and pulls her close is the place she feels safe but for now,
this sweet girl is caught with nowhere to go.